Dream Impressions
At the second story of a coffeeshop makeshift library. Giving tests to kids who couldn’t make it. At a table, a couple of tables forward from my view, I watched myself administering papers to the attention of a child. A hauberk of linked ingots later presses into view. It was intended as a sleeve to the same delicate flat matter on sheafs of envelopes — like life’s early day photo albums.